Good life

Feel my rage.
See my flames.
Spontaneously,
I could bust.
When's enough,enough.
Being the common man's tough.
A breath of this fresh, country air,
is just enough.
To keep me from going nuts.
Who cares...
Who's who,
and what's what.
As long as my days turn to night,
and my nights turn to day
"I'm living the good life",
I'd say.